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Katy Owens Sep 2014
Sometimes
I wonder
am I more saint
or sinner
Is it
self-preservation or
selfish and me-centered?

And how,
how can I know
when Your voice feels
so far off?

Am I saint
or sinner
self-preserving or
self-centered?

Your voice isn't sounding
all I hear is silence
And I beg,
I plead,
Lord,
am I a saint
or a sinner?

Sometimes I can't breathe
my soul
suffocating in
questions without answers

What
do you see, in me?
Saint
or a sinner?

Do I delight or
disappoint,
You and others with
this life I'm trying to live?

Questions
begging answers
can't rest until
they're found

Saint
or sinner,
self-preserving or
self-centered?

"God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: He makes saints out of sinners."
― The Journals of Soren Kierkegaard
Hannah Beth Nov 2014
You don't quite fit and
Things are far from right
We are key and lock mismatched
crushed together in fits of frustration and spite

But it's new
(Trust me) (I have seen next to nothing like you before)
And I've always longed to explore

Stay for a while
And I promise, (I promise), to make the most
of this delinquent delight we've found

Before we've been presented
With our separate open doors

Before we're forced from our little headspace in the clouds
Something newwwWWwWw
Dee Oct 2014
Your words pulverized me again and again
I saw each little arrow
that lead me in circles
back to your doorstep,
wanting to reach out, touch you
but was afraid you weren't there,

Did you understand the love we shared
Deeper than the depth of the Pacific,
but the schism of the abyss deepened,
like a cracking Mariana, imploding unto itself,
as I play each scene through my mind
what did I do to make you turn away
I wonder…
it was hard to say
good bye…,

My angel, it has been long, since I saw you
yet whatever little moments that we spent
were blessed pearls in shining oysters,
worn around our hearts
I aver it still hurts to know
you are still there somewhere
How I miss…
the endless, senseless talks
wishing for more of those precious moments,
but life, does it value treasured seconds?
I wonder…
then why is it that
I miss the most…us?

I hope to awaken when the sun comes up
and rubbing my eye, I see the dream crash
see you standing before me
as if you had never left my side.*

The parallel worlds.
My princess, just peep out of the castle window
Do you see that glorious steed?
A knight atop, in his shining armour
Perhaps not…
Since with changed time’s dimensions
I stand on the tor while your castle is in the vale,

Each looking at the other as a mist
Yet still there, where we were…
Nothing has changed, yet there is no constant
The eye of the storm has changed the breeze
The sailboats changing tack, yet on the same course
All a matter of perception…

Look out of your dream and you shall find
Us, standing on the same shore that we last left,
The travels and travails seem to keep us adrift
Bobbing up and down, times tides
Synchronous, dancing to the beat of the waves…



Dee
Debbie Brooks.
Love, sorrow, collaboration
Aron Oct 2014
She's always on mind
whether it's day or night.
I'm on this endless bind,
having a great delight.
As we lay here, with each other's arms both entwined
my heart is beating faster than the speed of light.
La Mer Oct 2014
October brings me sap and dreams,
for tears are caramel on cheeks of cream.
The only sweetness to taste at night,
is the caramel sacrifice for my lover's delight.
Hardening to my heart-shaped face,
my heart's owner dwells without a trace.
Left wondering with my hardening tears,
is this love a reflection of earlier years?
Em Cooney Sep 2014
Us
Silent fog
Day dawning
Mist on our eyelashes
Red roses
Garden blooming
Dew on the petals

Blue skies
Sun Shining
My hand in yours
Fresh flowers
Brids Singing
Cool breeze on our faces

Starry night
Moonlight disclosing
The delight in our eyes
Warm fire
Embers glowing
Like the love in our hearts
Al Aug 2014
People always ask me:
"What do you plan to do?"
"You need a job, something
to do."

But what if I don't want a job,
but instead I wanted
to be, not do.

So I said "I'd like to
be a book, filled with
wonder and words."
"A book?" they ask.

"Yes.
Books are filled with
darkness and light,
wonder and delight."

Books are not only beautiful,
but also helpers.

I've learned most of
what I know
from written words.

Wouldn't it be nice
to be made of
some?

The question isn't "What
do you want to do?"
It's
"What do you want
to be."
Kaos Strategy Aug 2014
In the rapture of life and of living,
I lift up my head and rejoice,
And I thank the great Giver for giving
The soul of my gladness a voice.
In the glow of the glorious weather,
In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,
My burdens seem light as a feather
They are nothing to bear.

In the strength and the glory of power,
In the pride and the pleasure of wealth
(For who dares dispute me my dower
Of talents and youth-time and health?) ,
I can laugh at the world and its sages
I am greater than seers who are sad,
For he is most wise in all ages
Who knows how to be glad.

I lift up my eyes to Apollo,
The god of the beautiful days,
And my spirit soars off like a swallow,
And is lost in the light of its rays.
Are tou troubled and sad? I beseech you
Come out of the shadows of strife
Come out in the sun while I teach you
The secret of life.

Come out of the world – come above it
Up over its crosses and graves,
Though the green earth is fair and I love it,
We must love it as masters, not slaves.
Come up where the dust never rises
But only the perfume of flowers
And your life shall be glad with surprises
Of beautiful hours.
Come up where the rare golden wine is
Apollo distills in my sight,
And your life shall be happy as mine is,
And as full of delight.
Adam Struble Jun 2014
in the garden of earthly delights
green and delicious- fleeting
the pull of the heart and the hand
her voice through the cacophony
the oasis of overflowing eyes
your cup is never empty here
with the soluble fish and the dreamers and the dreaming
delight in the great mystery- surrender
delight in friends and words with heart behind them
eyes and potential lovers
shared dreams and solubility
sacrament in the oasis
the perpetual cycle closes in
take the breathe in and release
let it go-  everything's eventual
the clockwork of the heart
eyes meet in the dark ocean of the undiscovered self
skin is blissful unfolding
breathe into the experience of right now
let go of any idea of what should be and accept what is
say yes to the moment and speaking from the heart
speaking full bodied delight
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